


Legally Hansen

by GooseJacket



Category: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz, Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe, Legally Blonde - All Media Types
Genre: Alana is Vivian, Connor has Insomnia, Connor is Emmett, Connor likes Harry Potter, Evan is Elle, F/F, F/M, Heidi is Paulette, I rarely update sorry, Larry is Callahan, Legally crossover, M/M, Mr. Heere is Kyle, Multi, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Probably Out of Character Sorry, The squip gang plus Jared are Delta nus, Zoe is Warner, bruiser is a plant, but Heidi isn't Evans mom in this, no beta we die like men
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-06-03
Updated: 2019-11-27
Packaged: 2020-04-07 09:06:21
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 6
Words: 4,152
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19081894
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/GooseJacket/pseuds/GooseJacket
Summary: Evan Hansen thought he had a pretty great life. He scored a great group of friends at a great school that he's excelling in-- the University of California, Los Angeles. Somehow, he was dating who he thinks is the best girl in the world, Zoe Murphy.But when she dumps him and moves to Massachusetts, why wouldn't he follow her to Harvard Law?The Legally Blonde crossover no one needed.





	1. Omigod you guys

**Author's Note:**

> I love Evan being comfortable with his friends so he doesn't really sound like Evan when he talks to them. Oh well. Sorry not sorry

Evan Hansen thought he had a pretty great life. He scored a great group of friends at a great school that he's excelling in--Delta Nu in California. Somehow, he was dating who he thinks is the best girl in the world, Zoe Murphy. 

And his life was hopefully going to get even better that night.

~~~

“Omigod, omigod you guys!” Jared burst into “Boyf-Riend’s” room, squealing like a little kid. 

Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap playing on his phone. Said lap’s owner had his arms around his boyfriend, watching him play. 

“What’s up?” Jeremy glanced up with a quick ‘bro nod’.

“Ev is going to propose to Zoe tonight!”

Michael looked up so fast Jeremy fell. “Seriously?! We’re talking about Evan Hansen ‘Ev’, right? The one who constantly needs her validation that she likes him?”

Jared nodded frantically. “He just texted me. He's going to take her to a fancy restaurant to pop the question!” He sighed dramatically. “How romantic is that?”

“That’s great for him!” Jeremy sat back on the couch, and turned to Michael. “We should go congratulate him! It's not every day you decide to propose to your partner, after all!”

“He should be in his room preparing. I'll go spread the word!”

~~~

“Okay, everyone get the plan?” The group of college students all nodded. “On the count of three--” Jared grabbed the doorknob “--one, two--”

“--THREE!” He flung the door open. 

“...Uh, guys, he’s not here.” A cacophony of ‘What?’s and ‘Where is he?’s filled the air until Christine approached Evan’s favorite plant, ‘Bruiser’.

“Where is he, Bruisey?” She ‘listened’ to the plant before gasping. “He doesn’t have an engagement outfit?” The whole group gasped. “He’s totally freaking out?” Another gasp. “He’s trapped in the Old Valley Mill?!? ...wait,” she held up a finger to the group. “Oh, sorry. The Old Valley MALL!?!”

“Omigod! We need to help him!” the group agreed.

~~~

“It's almost there, I guess… it needs--it needs to look fashionable, but not… not over the top,” Evan said to himself. “Subtle tones of wedding, but not… wedding, but not too obvious…”

“Omigod Ev!” The ‘Delta Nus’ burst into the store. “We came to help!”

He chuckled at the group. “Hey guys! Omigod, I'm so nervous, I've had butterflies the whole month.” Everyone laughed before looking at his current  
selection.

“Why are you ignoring your signature color, Evan?” Jeremy help up a light blue three-piece suit that had been dejectedly cast aside. The groom-to-be shook his head.

“It can’t look like… all of our other dates. I need to be--need to be wearing something special.” The group mumbled agreement and started rummaging through the shelves.

A woman approached the group with a suit in her hands. “Have you seen this one?” she asked Evan. He turned to her. “It just came in, it’s perfect for a proposal.”

Evan examined it for a half second before -- “I might… might be proposing but I’m not--but I’m not proposing like that. It’s last year’s suit at this year's price.” He took a leap of confidence and looked at her eyes. “I may be in love but I'm not stupid, lady, I've got eyes.”

“...omigod you guys did you see that?” Brooke smiled at Jeremy and Michael. “Ev just stood up to that woman. Remember when he couldn't even say ‘thanks’ to a waiter?” The trio took a second to remember the stuttering mess Evan was four years prior.

“He’s really grown up,” Michael nodded.

“Omigod you guys!” This one’s perfect!” Christine held up a dark blue suit. Evan gasped and bolted for the dressing room.

“It’s amazing!” He opened the door, and the whole group inhaled sharply.

“It’s perfect Ev! Omigod, I might cry, my son’s all grown up and getting married!” Evan laughed and jokingly shoved Jared in the side.

“Do you really think so?” Evan had started to notice all of the flaws in himself.

“There is no way she’ll refuse your proposal when you’re dressed like that!” Chloe pushed him to the dressing room. “Now change out so we can ring it up!” Evan laughed and changed back. 

“You guys are the best friends anyone could ask for,” Evan said as he finished changing.

“We know!”

~~~

Yes, Evan had a perfect life, and it was about to be even more amazing.

“Let’s break up.”

Wait. WHAT?!


	2. Serious

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry how short the chapters are, I'm trying to improve my writing and make them longer, but because each song has its own chapter, it cuts the length of each chapter. 
> 
> Don't worry though! There will be more chapters than the number of songs in Legally, because I'm adding songs from other musicals and scenes from the musical between songs. 
> 
> Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Evan fidgeted at a table in Temere Popina, a very fancy restaurant. He glanced at his watch. Zoe was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago… Did she get in an accident? Did she realize that he was going to propose and stood him up to prove a point? What if--

“Hey Evan,” Evan’s bouncing foot smacked the bottom of the table. Hissing, he looked up at her. She was wearing a plain, dark violet dress, and had her hair up in a simple bun. How long did she spend on her outfit compared to him? Was he overdressed? Oh, God, what if--

Zoe cleared her throat, their signal for his staring was making her nervous. “Oh! Sorry, hey, Zoe, hi!” He wiped his sweaty hands on his napkin before helping her into her seat.

“I'm sorry I'm late, uh, I totally lost track of the time.” She wasn’t looking at him, and Evan knew she was lying through her teeth, but didn't call her out on it. 

“Yeah, no, it's okay.”

The dinner went by just as awkwardly: Evan sweat nervously and Zoe tried to lighten the mood by telling funny stories about her classmates that fell flat. It felt like their first dates.

“Evan, I have something I need to tell you…” Evan looked up from his food and his knife scraped loudly against his plate. Both of them cringed at the sound.

“Ah! Sorry, but uh, yeah! I have something important I need to tell you too!”

“You do?” She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “That’s relieving, now this won’t come as a surprise to you.” 

Wait, is SHE going to propose to HIM? Evan decided to hear what she was going to say. If she proposes, then he doesn’t have to! It’s a win-win!

“We both have our futures planned out for us, right?” Zoe dragged a hand down her face, and Evan was surprised it didn't mess up her makeup. “My dad wants me to be a senator by 30, and you want to be a forester… so let’s be serious.”

“Serious,” Evan repeated. 

“Yes. We both have dreams we want to bring to life, and, God, I hope you understand… you should chase your dreams if that’s what you want. Because, well, that's what I'm going to do.

“Let’s break up.”

Wait. WHAT?

“WHAT?!” Evan stood up, knocking the chair down. He felt everyone’s eyes on him, which would’ve been his worst nightmare, if he weren't already in one. “You’re breaking up with me? I-I was going to… propose!”

“Propose?” Zoe stood up, glancing around at the whispers of the people around them. “Ev, you know what my parents expect from me. My brother’s already at Harvard Law, for goodness’ sake, I can’t marry you!”

Evan vaguely felt tears dripping down his face, and knew he should be concerned that he was crying in public, but frankly? He couldn't care less right now.

“Be strong, Ev. It’s not you, it's just… I need to marry someone serious.”

“I'm not… not serious enough? Bu-bu-but I-I am seriously in lo--in love with you!

Zoe’s eyes widened before she looked at the floor and shook her head. “I thought you’d understand…”

Evan grabbed his wallet and, wiping his tears, raced out of the restaurant.

Of course she would break up with him. Who would want to marry him anyways? He’s just an ugly, stupid, nobody who doesn't deserve love…


	3. What You Want

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I'm sorry if this chapter is kinda weird, I tried to rush it to get it out of the way so I can start on the good stuff. Anyways, enjoy!

“She thought you’d understand?! Understand what?” 

Jared rolled his eyes. “That she’s a birch, apparently.” Brooke glared at Jared. “What? Just calling it as I see it!”

Two weeks had passed since Evan came home sobbing from the breakup. Jared, Jenna, Brooke, and Michael sat with Evan in his room. Taylor swift albums, tissue boxes, and empty ice cream cartons littered the floor. Evan refused to look up from the ground as he told the story of the breakup to his friends.

“And then I came home, crying.”

Jenna scoffed. “Good thing she moved, I want to beat up that wh--” Jared threw a tissue box at her. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“Jared, don’t hi--wait, what?” Evan looked up at his friends. “She moved?”

Brooke inhaled sharply. “You don't know, do you?” She looked at him with such pity in her eyes that Evan was surprised she didn't start crying. 

“She transferred to Harvard.” 

Oh. Well okay then. “Good for her…” Evan looked at the floor. Why would she stay around with you? She’s probably super disgusted by you, she spent her money to get away from you--

“Ev, don't take it personally, her parents have wanted her to go to Harvard since she was born,” Michael soothed.

Suddenly Jared gasped and his eyes widened. “Uh, sorry Ev, I gotta go do something--” he rushed out of the room.

~~~

“So here’s the plan--” Jared held out his arms toa whiteboard he wrote the plan on “--we get Ev into Harvard to get Zoe back!”

The Delta Nus stared at him for a moment in silence before Rich held up a fist and hollered, “YEAH! FOR EV!!!” The others soon followed. “For Ev, guys, for Ev!”

**“Step one, we get the teachers onboard--”**

“Mr. Hansen wants to get into Harvard?!” Mrs. Hoops, Evan’s English professor, exclaimed. “I'll get started on my recommendation right away!”

“Oh, uh, thank you professor, however...” Jeremy trailed off, shocked she was so supportive right away, “We were wondering if you could assign a personal essay assignment or something as practice for him?”

“Why of course! Thank you so much for telling me about this, Mr. Heere.”

“Oh, and can you… not bring Harvard up around him, please? He wanted it to be a secret…” Jeremy felt his stomach roll for lying to a professor, but he told his gut that it was for Evan’s best interest.

“Yes, of course.”

**“Two, Train him for the LSATs--”**

“Hey Ev, Mr. Turning just told me that there is a very high chance that the LSAT test is going to be, like, eighty percent of our grade.” Michael winced when Evan’s head whipped up to look at him with wide eyes.

“WHAT?!” This can't be happening, he never even took a glance at anything related to the LSATs how could he be expected to… “Wait, LSAT? Isn't that logic stuff?”

“Uhhh yeah she decided she was going to throw in something random.” Michael would rather take a SQUIP than lie to Evan’s face like this, but it’s ‘for Ev,’ right? “So, shouldn’t we study?”

~~~

Over the next couple of months, Evan’s friends pushed him to academic excellence. They drilled him on the LSAT and helped him create the perfect personal essay for the “English assignment”. 

Finally, the LSAT test came and went. They sent all of Evan’s work--LSAT score, essay, and recommendations--to Harvard. The air was tense as they awaited a response.

**”And finally, get him into and pay his way to Harvard.”**

Jeremy was the one to find the envelope in the mail.

“GUYS! IT'S HERE!!!” Delta Nus came running from all directions.

“What’s here, Heere?” Jared quipped as he approached Jeremy with Evan shuffling at his heels. Jeremy didn't answer, just handed the envelope to Jared. The shorter boy gave him a confused look until he opened the mail. Then--

“OMIGOD YOU GUYS EV GOT IN!!!” he screamed. The group erupted with cheers. 

“Uh. I got in what?” Evan glanced around at the Delta Nus nervously.

“INTO HARVARD!” Jared squealed. Oh. Okay. Not the answer Evan was expecting. WAIT--

“Harvard?” Evan squeaked, his voice jumping a few octaves. The group quieted.

“Yeah, Ev! Now you can go chase down Zoe!” Michael grinned at the stunned boy.

“But isn't it expensive? And how did I get in I didn't apply or anything there must be a mistake--”

“No, Evan, we did this for you,” Jeremy soothed. “All the studying and essays? They were to help you get in.”

“And we asked everyone we know to write recommendations for you,” Christine added.

“Finally, money is no object to us, because we all chipped in to help pay your way.” Evan looked around, and all of his peers were nodding.

He was shocked. His friends were even more fantastic than he’d thought. Putting in that much effort to get him into Harvard Law? 

But he couldn’t stop worrying. “Wait, you said to chase down Zoe? I can't do that--I can't even order take-out correctly half the time! How am I supposed to get her back if I'm such a nervous reck--”

“Don't worry, we’ll be there in spirit to help you!” Jared winked to emphasize his sentence. Okay, that was weird.

“And even if you don't get her back, won't this be something you can hold over the head of whatever you do in life?” Michael suggested. “Harvard Law looks pretty good on resumes, don't you think?” 

...Michael did have a point. And they did spend ALL of that trouble on getting him in, he might as well go… 

“OKAY! I'll go!” Evan announced, causing the group to erupt in cheering again.

He was going to Harvard to get Zoe Murphy back.


	4. The Harvard Variations

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So sorry for the delay.
> 
> Also sorry for the very short chapter, I was fighting writers block and it's not my best work.
> 
> Thanks to my friends for helping me out with this chapter

“Welcome to Harvard. Your name?” a boy holding a backpack asked flatly.

“I-uh-Ensen Hanvan--I mean Evan Hansen.” Evan mentally berated himself. You can't even say your name right? Stupid, stu--

The boy rustled through the backpack before shoving a folder to him. “There’s your academic roster. My name’s Connor, I don't give a **** about your problems, but if you need assistance--” Connor rolled his eyes “--feel free to ask.” 

Evan did have a question as he looked through his roster--where were his classes? There were no room numbers or anything to point him in the right direction. But as Connor stalked off looking ready to kill anyone who looked at him the wrong way, Evan decided he wouldn't ask for help from him.

As Evan walked around, trying to find his class, he bumped into a familiar person. Literally.

Evan looked at the person he just bumped shoulders with, already spilling apologies like a waterfall, only to find Zoe staring at him, speechless. 

“Uh… hey, Zoe.” Evan awkwardly waved.

God, he hated silence. The air was so tense why won't she say anythi--

“Evan!” Her voice was dripping with fake enthusiasm. “What a surprise, what are you doing here?”

“I, uh. Go here now.” Real smooth, Evan. “You know what's funny is that the Delta Nus spent the whole semester trying to get me into here and I...did. Get in...” The joke fell flat. Not that it was funny to begin with.

“Uh, yeah, that's great, Evan,” Zoe said, “but I think I need to go now, sorry--”

“ZOE!” someone yelled. Zoe flinched. Suddenly, Connor was standing next to them. “Larry wants you,” he spat.

“Fine.” She looked almost thankful for an excuse to get out of the situation, but it was covered with a layer of annoyance. “Bye, Evan.” Before Evan could say goodbye, she was gone.

“How do you know my sister?” Connor demanded. The air grew colder as Evan looked up at his towering figure.

“Wh-what?” Sister? So this is the fabled Murphy brother? Unflattering stories from Zoe spoiled his thoughts.

“Zoe. How do you know her.”

“I'm her bo...her ex. Fro-from UCLA.” 

Connor’s glare hardened. “So you stalked her to Harvard like a creep?”

“Wha--why would I--no.”

Connor looked like he was about to lash out, but he turned and exhaled harshly. “Go to class.” Connor started to stomp away, but Evan spoke up, surprising himself as he stopped him.

“I, uh. I don't know--”

“Of ****ing course you don't know where it is.” Connor heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Who’s the professor?”

Evan glanced at his roster before reading “Mister--I mean, Professor Murphy.”

“You have ****ing Larry.” He rolled his eyes. “Just follow me.” He stormed off in the direction that Zoe had gone. Evan trailed him, folding into himself.

Connor shoved open the door.


	5. Blood in the Water

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Okay so sorry for the long wait  
> I'm lazy so sorry  
> And tw for gender questioning? I guess? And overall Larry just being a prick
> 
> Also I've decided that the chapters might not all be so tightly woven with songs anymore. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you,” Prof. Murphy joked as he entered the room.

Evan had taken a safe seat at the back of the room. Connor perched on a folding chair at the door. He wore his backpack and a scowl.

Prof. Murphy handed Connor a clipboard and gestured to the students. The boy rolled his eyes angrily, but stood and started writing on the clipboard. 

“You've all heard that lawyers are sharks, right?” the professor said as he leaned against his desk. A few chuckles rang through the classroom. “I'm sure we all know that's not true. Only a few lawyers are sharks.” 

He gestured to Connor. “Mr. Murphy, can you tell me what the rest of lawyers are?”

Connor scoffed harshly and rolled his eyes, but mumbled the answer regardless. “Bad lawyers.”

“That’s right! A lawyer uses whatever he has to bring down the opponent. For example--” he gestured to Zoe in the front. “Miss Murphy.” She waved. “Would you defend a depressed man who murdered his wife?”

“...No, I would not want to take that case.”

“WRONG! Only cowards would reject this case. Just say it was his mental illness that drove him to kill her.”

“But that's wrong! Depression doesn't work like tha--”

“That doesn't matter. As long as you win the case, anything goes,” he said with a tone laced with finality.

Evan felt that he was looking in on a personal conversation, as Zoe and Prof. Murphy held an intense staring contest, and Connor was glaring at the ground with clenched fists. If that's what the course was going to be like (not to mention Prof. Murphy’s apparent disbelief in mental health and morals), this was going to be a long class

A girl sitting next to Zoe with dark skin coughed awkwardly, breaking the Murphy’s staring contest.

“Yes, well…” Prof. Murphy looked at the clipboard again--Evan assumed there was a seating chart on it-- “Williams... Say you were given a case defending a woman who broke into a jewelry store. Would you take it?”

The student--who definitely intimidated Evan with their muscular build, gender neutral appearance (what if Evan uses the wrong pronouns), and perfect posture--immediately answered, “You think I would shy away from being next to a chick for a whole trial? You wish.” They laughed, in the haughty, rich way only someone truly popular can. 

Prof. Murphy laughed along with him. “Women, am I right? Too bad you’re one.”

“EXCUSE YOU--” Williams knocked over their chair as they stood in anger. Evan felt bad for them, that was pretty low. They tried to say something else, but seemed too much at a loss for words to continue.

“Oh, I offended you, didn’t I? Too bad you're speechless, those emotions are a weakness in court.” Prof. Murphy kept laughing and motioned for Williams to sit down. They did so with a wary expression etched on their face. Evan noticed Connor seemed about ready to explode, and the rest of the class seemed unnerved at the blatant disrespect.

“As I was saying, morals and respect are for chums. If you can't learn that, you won't survive in my class. And you're going to want to do more than survive in here. Because I select four students every year who get a free placement at my law firm.” The whole class seemed to lean forward in interest. “Those who impress me the most. The best sharks. So prepare to bite, scratch, and claw your way to the top.”

After looking around and after taking in the class, Prof. Murphy studied the seating chart.

“Mister… Hansen?” He looked at Evan when he gave a slight awkward wave. “Can you summarize the case of state of Indiana V Johnson from your reading.”

“They-uh, I, uh--” oh god he was not prepared for this why now “--excuse me-

He raced out the room.


	6. Going back to Hogwarts

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> A'ight so first of all, sorry for the wait. I have literally no excuse, I'm just lazy.
> 
> Secondly, I'd say this chapter is bad, but I would just sound like a broken record AND I've read worse on here, so I think I'm good.
> 
> Finally, don't be afraid to spam me in the comments to update. It's one of my only reminders to feed this child.
> 
> Uhhh this chapter is brought to you by my friends (I think) for help as well as contributions from viewers like you. Thank you!

Evan raced out the room.

“Okay, then…” some jock in the back muttered. Connor almost found that funny. Too bad he was in the mood for beating someone up, thanks to f***ing Larry.

“Connor, go get him.” Before he could protest, Larry growled, “Now.”

~~~

Connor was strolling through the halls, not actually searching, when he passed a bathroom with muffled crying coming from within. “Hansen?” He slowly pushed the door open.

Hansen was curled up in a corner, pulling at his hair and sniveling. Connor could hear him muttering to himself something about ‘why now’ and ‘stupid’ and ‘don't deserve this’ and God, does he ever breathe?

Is he having an anxiety attack or something? He probably is, considering how he couldn't even say his own name earlier. 

“Hansen?”

The anxious mess of a student seemed to curl in on himself even more at his voice. Connor didn't approach him. He turned and faced the wall.

“Uh Hansen? How can I help?” Connor didn't want to help Hansen, but he'll be d*mned before he ditches someone with an anxiety/panic attack. That sh*t’s not fun.

“Talk,” Hansen choked out.

So Connor talked. He described the room they were in, and how cool it would be if when a secret tile was pressed, it would open a portal to Hogwarts? and there would be people who don't know you, and spells for whatever you wanted to do, and ‘I wouldn't ever need to stand up ever again, Hansen, I would have spells to do my sh*t for me’. But most importantly, no one would know him because he’s a muggle. So there’s be a fresh start for him waiting just behind one of these tiles.

“I'll find it one of these days, Hansen.” 

The boy seemed to be calmer now, as he'd stopped sniffling and his breathing wasn't as sharp. “That sounds… that sounds like a gre--the perfect place, Connor,” Hansen mumbled. He certainly sounded a lot calmer too.

Connor heard him stand up--he still hadn't looked at him since he first came in, he respects privacy, thank you very much--and turn on the sink.

Once Hansen was done cleaning himself up, he walked over to where Connor was standing by the door. Connor pivoted and opened the door, letting it close on Hansen. He might be a decent enough human being to stay with the boy during an anxiety/panic attack, but he certainly wasn't decent enough to hold open a door.

Connor started to stomp back to the class. Hansen scurried to keep up behind him.

Before they arrived at the room, Connor turned sharply and towered over Hansen. “Let’s get something straight. If you tell anyone about what just happened, you're dead.”

“N--no yeah, of--of course…”

Connor turned back towards the room and shoved open the door.

“I--er, uh--thanks…”

“I have no clue what you're talking about, Hansen.”

~~~

When the two rentered the room, half of the students had already left, and the rest were packing up. Hansen immediately scurried to his belongings in the back. Larry stood from where he was perched on his desk, and stormed over to Connor.

“When I said to bring him back, I meant BEFORE the class ended.” 

“Hansen wasn't doing so well. I was helping him.” 

“Ha! You were probably lounging around until you happened to find him.” 

Connor’s patience snapped, and he growled in frustration. He needed to be anywhere but next to Larry. The farthest point in the room from that a**hole was the back of the room...where Hansen was. Connor decided sitting near the anxious stalker was better than being anywhere near Larry.

Hansen had his head in his hands and was muttering something to himself. Connor slid into a seat a few chairs away and heard words like “missed”, “make-up work”, and other ridiculous things like that that only a responsible student would care about.

After a while, Connor was at his last straw. “Chill out, Hansen” he snapped. “They didn't even do anything, just talked about the syllabus.”

Hansen flinched and looked at Connor, before diverting his eyes, mumbling, “You--thanks.”

Slinging his bag onto his back, Hansen headed for the door. Connor rested his head on his arms and lazily watched him leave. 

Connor was so tired. Maybe if he just--

“CONNOR! Come here!” Larry snapped. He groaned and got up to do whatever chores had been shoved onto him.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> OH YEAH uhh I'm not a professional, and Connor might not take the best course of action to help out Ev, so just stay safe and know the best way to help out people who have anxiety attacks or panic attacks.
> 
> <3 Bye!


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